Now Gray

Now Gray

A Poem by JR

When he was young

they sat in the dirt by the side of the lake

and he played her songs he’d written on guitar

primarily in the key of A

he wrote poems to her, he dreamed she would

read them and see through

he dyed his hair red and he shouted into the mic

he drove too fast and he chucked

bottles into empty fields

wore wallet chains and new tattoos

the night owned his eyes;

He still writes songs but ballads became dirges

mostly in the key of E

he still writes her poems but collected in books

he no longer reads

his hair has been cut to a stubble, and the beard

now hides those old creased cheeks

he drives too fast, he’s hoping the turns will

claim their own

he’s buried bottles on his hill, filled with

grape seeds and vodka

once gold, now gray he feels the weight

of his age

and the uselessness of his breath

the night still owns his eyes.

© 2020 JR


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Placerville, CA



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